For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this phsychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires. Sexual neutrality wa...
Champagne and Benzedrine! Never again.
You only live twice. Once when you are born and once when you look death in the face.
In the centre of Bond was a hurricane-room, the kind of citadel found in old-fashioned houses in the tropics. These rooms are small, strongly built cells in the heart of the house, in the middle of th...
Follow your fate, and be satisfied with it, and be glad not to be a second-hand motor salesman, or a yellow-press journalist, pickled in gin and nicotine, or a cripple - or dead.
Clusters of bats hung like bunches of withered grapes from the roof and when, from time to time, either Kerim's head or Bond's brushed against them, they exploded twittering into the darkness.
Ir ļoti skumji mazgāt veļu, ja tajā nav neviena vīrieša krekla.
The bitch is dead.
Now that little problem of yours, this business of not knowing good men from bad men and villains from heroes and so forth...There's still plenty for you to do. And you'll do it. And when you fall in...
History is moving pretty quickly these days and the heroes and villains keep on changing parts.
Bond looked at the beautiful day and smiled. And no man, not even Mr. Big, would have liked the expression on his face.
The man who was only a silhouette. She
I am a poet in deeds--not often in words.
Just as, at least in one religion, accidia is the first of the cardinal sins, so bordom, and particularly the incredible circumstance of waking up bored, was the only vice Bond utterly condemned.
I'm getting very sorry for the Devil and his disciples such as the good Le Chiffre. The devil has a rotten time and I always like to be on the side of the underdog. We don't give the poor chap a chanc...
The bitch is dead now.
His headache was still sitting over his right eye as if it had been nailed there.
Prohibition is the trigger of crime.
In his mind he fingered the necklace of the days to come.
Worry is a dividend paid to disaster before it is due.